SCP Steve, containment breach

"Electric, I'm coming to see you again. "

Pushing open the cellar door, Lauder shouted.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......"

She was greeted with a roar like a low roar from the abyss.

Lauder reached out and took out an old press flashlight, I have to say that the quality of this antique from decades ago is still really good.

Even after decades, it is still very easy to use, and after all the electronic systems have been exposed to radiation and become black, this old low-level press flashlight is the only electronic product that can still be used.

Provided, of course, if you treat it as an electronic product.

"Crunch, crunch. "

While pressing the flashlight's power button back and forth, Lauder came down the stairs, a road she had walked for an unknown number of times, "Zero 20", even if she couldn't see her fingers in the dark, she could make sure that she wouldn't trip over the empty cans littered all over the floor.

"Squeak Squeak"

After pressing hard many times, finally, the light bulb in the pig's nose light tube in front of the press flashlight finally lit up

The flickering light gave the dimly lit cellar a hint of brightness and allowed Lauder to see inside the cellar

The cellar is spacious, so large that empty cans littered the floor, and the slats that are discarded at random will not look too cluttered even if they are thrown on the floor.

This is clearly a cellar from the military, and the only thing that can be explained by the explosion-proof cement on the walls, and the crate that is faintly visible from the "Noopenflames" no fireworks sign although it is partially peeling.

"Da Da Da"

Combat boots with steel soles stepped on the ground, making a clanging sound that echoed through the empty cellar.

"Whoa"

The roar coming out of the cellar seemed to be stimulated by Lauder's footsteps, and it sounded even more numb, and the back was sweating.

But Lauder still has the same dead fish-eyed look.

She's used to it.

Gradually, the light of the flashlight shone into the depths of the cellar, and the source of the roaring sound was also found by the dim and yellowed light.

It was a dog.

A police dog.

Or rather, once a police dog

From the tattered police vest on his body, the word "police" can be roughly recognized.

With two erect ears, a mouthful of sharp and strong teeth, and a straight and upright posture, it shows that this police dog is definitely professionally trained.

It's just that now its whole body is covered with red tumors, a pair of eyes have changed from the original black to scarlet blood, and the saliva left by the dripping mouth and the fishy hot air exhaled make people wonder if it weren't for the chain on its neck that is the thickness of an ordinary person's arm to tie him, whether it would pounce on it and directly knock Lauder down, and then feast.

Of course, the answer is yes.

Because, this wolf dog, infected with a wide area of low radiation infection.

Generalized low radiation infection, which is caused by radiation emitted by a stream of condensate particles, usually causes patients to fall into a frenzied, unconscious state of rage at the first time, attacking all living people they can attack.

Radiation will make their bodies more powerful, muscles, bone density and other physical qualities will rise, so that they have several times or even dozens of times more strength than usual, and even be able to tear ordinary steel.

Seeing this, do you think it looks like something?

That's right, in general, there is a different nickname for this patient infected with this disease in the world.

"Zombies"

So, this former dog has now become a zombie dog.

If it weren't for the bone spurs growing on both shoulders that made him chained even tighter, Lauder would have been a mass of minced flesh by now.

"Alright, stop screaming. "

Looking at the zombie dog in front of her, Lauder behaved completely different from normal women of the same age, not panicked, nor afraid, but squatted down and looked at this crazy dog.

"When I don't want to live one day, I'll let you eat enough. "

"I've been maintaining a high-level body for twenty-four years, and I haven't been opened by any man, so I didn't expect you to be cheaper first....."

As she spoke, Lauder sighed. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Naturally, the dog didn't understand her words, and the zombie dog only knew that there was a hot mass of life in front of him, and he just wanted to tear it apart and have a full meal.

"Whoa," there was a roar.

Looking at the tight chain around the zombie dog's neck that was taut from the struggle, Lauder sighed.

"Okay, don't fight for your life, doesn't it hurt?"

"Hey"

With a pat on the head, Lauder shook her head.

"I almost forgot what to do, I came to find something to eat. "

As she spoke, Lauder turned her head to see that the boxes beside her had been opened, and there were a large number of cans and bottles in full production. And there are very few unopened cans inside.

Reaching out and pulling out a random one, Lauder reached out and pulled the tab open, and there was a red liquid inside.

"Ah, my luck was an energy drink. "

Lauder looked surprised, put the jar to her lips, and drank it down.

"Ah, it's dog food again, and the luck is "really" good. "

The Commander threw the jar in front of the dog and stretched.

"I've been drinking this stuff for four months, but I still like it"

After all, there is very little food.

Accompanied by the girl's movements, the two rounded adipose tissues on her 3.6 chest pulled out a seductive oval in the loose shirt.

It's just a pity that no one can appreciate such a beautiful curve in the dimness.

"Ahh

Stretching, Miss Commander felt much more comfortable, stood up, patted her thigh, turned and walked out.

"Bye-bye, cutie, I'll come back to see you tomorrow"

Before leaving the cellar, Miss Commander waved her hand at the dog behind her, and turned away from the place, regardless of whether the dog could see it or not.

"Knock"

The heavy iron door was closed again, and the whole cellar was once again dark.

Only the sound of the dog's tongue licking the can sounds, as if death was sucking the soul.